My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 137 My Koi Fish!
Hui Ling leaned the ancient sword against his waist, opened the small cloth bag, looked at Yin Hang, and asked in confusion, "This is... for me?"

"A total of 1.34 grams of Lingshi," Yin Hang explained: "After the four people divide it equally, this is your 0.35 grams of Lingshi."

"My..." Huiling's fingers clasped the edge of the cloth bag, as if hesitating.

But after a while, Hui Ling, who realized something, suddenly raised his brows, and cursed at Yin Hang: "You really are a thief, and you actually colluded with the Daoyuan class rats!"

"It's a pity that I disobeyed sister Zhiling's order and ran back to find you." After Hui Ling finished speaking, she angrily threw the cloth bag directly at Yin Hang's chest, then picked up the ancient sword, turned and ran back to the villa.

He even pulled the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

Immediately, Yin Hang felt a little confused, shook his head and returned to the hall, only to find that Ping Youzhi was already waiting for him.

He was still dressed in the same clothes, like a scholar in robes, if he didn't make an expression, he was still very handsome and bright.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Ping Youzhi greeted Yin Hang to the restaurant.

After arriving at the location, Yin Hang found that the two did not go to the cafeteria, but a quiet lake, and in the center of the lake, there was a looming pavilion.

After the two boarded the gazebo by boat, the stone table was already filled with steaming delicacies.

"Would you like to drink?" Ping Youzhi warmly greeted him as he brought out the altar to make wine.

As a minor, Yin Hang hurriedly refused, and when he was asked what else to drink, Yin Hang said in embarrassment that Coke, Sprite, and Fanta were fine.

Yin Hang thought that Ping Youzhi wanted to sign the offensive and defensive alliance agreement with him through this meal. After all, he just had a fight yesterday, but the other party didn't seem to mention it.

For the first 10 minutes, Ping Youzhi toasted Yin Hang throughout the whole process, in order to thank Yin Hang for his helping hand when Zong was never in vain.

In fact, it is the spirit brick.

"Brother Yin is not born in the sky, I will never give it to Zong in vain, eternity is like a long night!"

To be honest, Yin Hang was very annoyed by this kind of flattery, and his blood pressure went up after listening to it.

The more the other party brags like this, the more Yin Hang feels that his spiritual bricks are in vain.

But after that, Ping Youzhi handed Yin Hang a solid-colored jade pendant, patted his chest and said, "I will never give this to Zong in vain, and it is also a token of my Ping Youzhi."

"With this token, I will never give it to the sect in vain. With me, the suzerain, I can do one thing for him regardless of the cost."

After Yin Hang expressed his gratitude, he put it away.

Zhe Youzhi said that he is at the Xuan level, if he really does not care about the price at all, it feels quite weighty.

Among other things, the table is full of dishes, and the family's wealth is not thin.

And even if I slap my face swollen, I can't afford this fat man.

But speaking of it, Ping Youzhi is still at the Xuan level.

And Yin Youxi's terrifying strength is only in the middle of the Huang rank.

Calculated in this way, Ze Youzhi should be ridiculously strong, right?
But this guy's flattering appearance now...it's really difficult to establish any connection with the word strong.

Then Ping Youzhi mysteriously took out a palm-sized red wooden box embroidered with gold thread from his Confucian robe, and immediately scared Yin Hang into thinking that he was asking for marriage.

And Ping Youzhi opened it, placed it on the stone table, and said with a flattering smile, "Zixuejian."

Yin Hang looked carefully, and saw in the wooden box, there was a small pocket sword less than three centimeters long emitting a faint cold air.

He heard Ze Youzhi mention it, but didn't he say that he was willing to give him away only after he helped him cultivate students with inheritance?
Seeing Yin Hang's doubts, Ping Youzhi put the wooden box on the stone table, slowly pushed it towards him and said, "Zixuejian, the main body is a spiritual weapon that can only be used by the great powers of the earth - Fengxuejian."

"Feng Xuejian can store spiritual power, condense it into ten thousand shapes, and has the power of extreme cold."

"And its biggest feature is that it can be divided infinitely, and the Zixue sword that comes out of it can also be divided."

"It's just that apart from Feng Xuejian's body, Zixuejian can only store spiritual energy, control its size, and have the potential of low temperature. If it is divided again, it needs a huge amount of spiritual power to support it."

When Ping Youzhi said this, the light sleeves of the Confucian robe shook towards the lake, and a long sword of ice and snow flew out of his cuffs, exuding a cold air and swept towards the lake.

In just two breaths, a large area of ​​the lake was frozen by solid ice.

But immediately there was a piercing roar from the shore.

"My fish, a koi I just raised for two days!!!"

"If you have the ambition to suffer a thousand knives, get out of my old lady's pavilion!"

Yin Hang was stunned when he heard this, what's the matter?
"It's Chi Ling," Pie Youzhi hurriedly retracted Zixuejian into his cuff, coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment, and then continued to explain: "Every Zixuejian, in theory, can be cultivated into its own body— —Feng Xuejian."

"But according to the teacher who gave me this sword, in fact, I can't even approach infinitely, and it's more than half."

"But even so, it is a rare spiritual weapon in front of the earth level."

After Ping Youzhi finished speaking, he took a light breath and looked at Yin Hang quietly.

In fact, normally speaking, not to mention the Earth-level realm, even the Mystic-level realm is already a realm that is difficult for most practitioners to pursue, and it is even impossible to obtain it in the distance.

And even Ping Youzhi, who was already in the middle of the Xuan rank, paid a huge price for this new Zixue sword.

Not to mention the abrupt drop of his spirit weapon, even his original spiritual power has been depleted, and I don't know how long it will take to recover.

But Yin Hang has inheritance.

A chance to give them a name and an identity.

If possible, Ping Youzhi hopes that they can all have a good home, instead of being trapped in this small sect...and making himself almost poor.

"Then how should I use it?" Yin Hang looked at the pocket sword carefully and asked with some doubts.

"Try to use spiritual power to fuse with it. Its spiritual consciousness is very weak and will not cause any conflict." After Ping Youzhi finished speaking, he remembered that Yin Hang knew very little about spiritual recovery, and the pure airborne Shangfang sword.

So he continued to explain: "Spiritual power is the spiritual power that is unique to oneself after being inspired, incorporating spiritual energy into the body, and refining it through the meridians in the body."

"As for spiritual knowledge...you can think of spiritual weapons as developing games."

"For example, the ship girl at sea, the gun girl in the trenches, etc."

Yin Hang couldn't hold back after listening.

He has no inspiration, no meridians, and naturally he will not have spiritual power.

But what made him a little concerned was that Qin Shimao knew that he was very annoying.

But on this basis, on the third floor of the suitcase, he put a few spirit weapons for himself.

In other words, if it wasn't that those spiritual weapons were special, then it was because he had some special way to use the spiritual weapons.

(End of this chapter)